At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday
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vdistinctiveThe colors from the previous days were still holding, if maybe slightly more muted, Fandom's magic slowly fading but still managing to hang on for another day.
Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.
Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.
A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.
Looks like it was time to begin.
[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]
Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.
Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.
A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.
Looks like it was time to begin.
[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]
Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-07-01 03:11 am (UTC)Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-07-01 03:19 am (UTC)"Good," he decided. "I mean. Good. Those kids deserve you guys, and I don't need you to be right there on the island in order to ask for advice or anything anyway. Besides," he nodded over his shoulder, back toward the island at large, "this place isn't really good for anybody. Maybe short-term, but it's no place to start a family. Especially right now."
Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-07-01 03:22 am (UTC)He had a feeling Sparkle's reasons for sticking around were complicated, to say the least. But he figured it was worth saying.
Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-07-01 03:28 am (UTC)He huffed softly, remembering Atton's breakdown on him the other week when he'd thought he was going to just pack up and take off to Mexico forever. And the extra step he'd need to visit Leto, whenever he had time free, and...
"God, leaving here would be a mess."
Arrakis, Coruscant, and Mexico. None of them were really home, either.
Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-07-01 03:52 am (UTC)Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-07-01 03:55 am (UTC)Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-07-01 04:03 am (UTC)Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-07-01 09:41 am (UTC)Which, hey, if you were a hypothetical priss who was going to be fussy about regional dialects while on vacation, you probably deserved to explode anyway.